He was starting to hate funerals. Not that he'd liked them before, but they were getting to be too many. Too close together. First Charlotte, then Cass, now Jamie's granddad and aunt and great uncle. He kept an eye on Jamie, but he was with Sirius and his family, keeping up appearances for the press. Always the press. Could they not leave him alone even on a time like this?
Of course they couldn't.
Moving closer to the family, Dylan still kept his distance, now wanting to interfere with anyone mourning. He'd hated it, he wouldn't do it to someone else.